This sheer knife-edge of rock is the continental divide...
Me, sitting precariously on the little stone ledge that separates you from ...
huge, steep, 9,000 ft. drop.
Matt was unfazed. And he was driving!
And we saw a goat. We saw lots of goats, in fact. One of them was walking on top of the stone guard rail while cars were whizzing by! (Until the stupid cars pulled over to gawk, and then it hopped down onto a lower rock.)
And there was an awesome canyon river. I'm sure it's more impressive with snowmelt, but it was low enough for Matt to do this...
The most frequent cause of visitor death at Glacier is drowning.
We popped out of Glacier at St. Mary's on the east side and started our long, long journey through Montana...
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